 Old Love |
| Mama Cleans Out Her Purse ©2004 Linda Allen Don't the old trees, stand up tall against the wind And don't the old ways, Bring us comfort now and then Time's elusive, change is sure as summer's end So hold the old love, tho' the world may reel and spin See the back shed, Sure needs painting by the Fall Seems like no time, Since you built that Southern wall The kids were young then, We were fighting all the time How'd we survive it? So much trouble on our minds You were bull-headed, Maybe I was stubborn, too Now I'm almost sixty, some things don't matter like they used to You love baseball, I love music with my friends We talk at supper, That's all that matters in the end The kids are older, two are out and on their own We lie together, talk of politics and home You read Dave Barry, we laugh and love at early dawn You bring me cocoa, I tell you I wrote you this song |